Loved ones
had to untie
both ends of the rope
and LIVE with the tragedy

The
pain
of
silence
is
written
in
shame
always
unopened
crying
in
vain

The
suns rays
excite a day's toil
with ecstasy
her
petals slump
in
its
loyalty
twilight midnight
there's the morn
I lift my head
my
beautiful
flower
sun
t
o
r
n
.

Crisscrossed my heart broke
s
i
g
n
p
o
sts
leading to
y
o
u
r
d
o
o
r
Oh sweet surrender

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There
by senses
inhaled darkness
emotional condenses
bursting at the seems
rain came a friend
slaughtering
dispair
and
clearing the air
.
Open your eyes
cry
and
you will
find solace
there
.

From
a
bow
at
dawn bright
a
sweet kiss
of
appreciation
from
grace through the cold night
a
softer elegant celebration
a
motion moving entity's
into
the
shadows
of
the
moon

Tread softly on these silk threads
precious
soul
BRAVE!!! child
the alchemist
killed
Qin
high
upon
the
throne
your
veins are a rich commodity
hidden
within the abysmal
vile.

Friends, foes
and
septagons
please
afford me a word
this is the truth
yet to others
absurd
As
Freedom owns no skin
Freedom owns no land
Share!!!
this simple message
with the racist
dimension
on the oval called the third.

[ A
straight line is the shortest distance between
two
points ]

A
text
a
call
even!!!
a
dream

does my soul
suit
the
demographic
of
your being

are we
two of a kind
do we
share the same heart

are we
closer in person
even!!!
poles apart
❓

I
pant at your sheer beauty
after the first sighting
in silence
I
crave and cradle your innocence
unnoticed
I
thirst to drink
from the source of your well
reluctantly
I
quiver a cowardice illusion
of the first move
from an awry smile of ignorance
I
steal your beauty and shred
Your body to pieces
unreachable you are torn from
a
silhouette desire
in
a damaged Magazine

The bonfire was loaded
With exiting tales
Our forerunners legendary
Exploit's these daggers
Cut deep trenches in
Our mindseye we felt
Like the next generation
Of wrath true tales from
A culture of devil worshippers
Yet the tongue's wielding
The blade was non the wiser
Our innate minds chewd
Every word our lives Satan's
Recycling bin two five ten
Deaths and many generations
After we now realised that
We have to cut out the blade
From these forked tongued
Folk tales that whispers filth
Unto the unsuspecting ears
Of our beautiful children
Heroism emenating from
The subculture of criminality
And gangsterism must no
Longer be tolerated it have savaged
The Innocence of young lives
For far too long

I
suppose
there is some food
for
thought here

Dreams
in the perfect storm
seen
through the eyes of slaves
Egalitarian.

Then
the
rain
stopped
The
sun beat down
The
ripples on the lake watched
As
a
Prince
gently hugged
a
Lily